MTL - Bancheng Fengyue-Chapter 162 not transferable

The darkness of candle shade was spread on the veil, Xuan Yi put it in front of her eyes and tried it, it was unexpectedly suitable, her eyes were much more fragile than before, so she had to take good care of them. 〔. s.

Now it is more acceptable to see the golden light around her. She lay down on the ground, knocked on the sword wall with her hand, and lazily said nonsense: "The Lord Zhuyin is hungry and wants to eat people. Take me to Where there are many mortals."

Immediately, Fu Cang's fingers knocked twice on the sword wall. He was not polite at all, and the sound of knocking made her head hurt. His voice seemed to come from the distant sky: "Be patient."

Enduring again, why is he so cruel.

Xuan Yi tossed and turned inside the golden dragon's belly, having nothing to do, he simply used his nails to scratch the sword wall, who would have guessed that the golden light would dig out a hole, she put her face on the hole and went out Look, the stupid lion that Fu Cang often rides is not there, he is riding against the wind. The sky was pitch black, and the auspicious light that used to fly all over the sky due to the edict of killing demons from the heavens had disappeared. The demons were lurking, and the gods stood still, and the quietness was a little creepy.

A hand stretched out to block the hole, Fu Cang was also helpless with her bad habit of picking everywhere: "I'm very depressed"

Xuan Yi breathed out lightly, and a layer of pitch-black ice formed on his palm. He immediately flicked the wooden sword a few times with his fingertips, and continued to flick with a bang.

Seemingly thinking this was very funny, Princess Dragon's chuckle resounded softly from inside the wooden sword.

Fu Cang looked down at the pitch-black wooden sword, after all, it wasn't pure Jun, it locked a fallen **** in it, and it couldn't withstand the turbid air for a long time. With a flick of her fingertips on the wooden sword, Hua Xu's golden and wooden power made it smooth again, and she also said "Oops": "It's much more refreshing."

Then be quiet, if anyone finds out that this wooden sword can make noise, something serious will happen.

Unexpectedly, she began to speak slowly again: "Brother Fucang, let Jinlong swallow some books, flowers and grass next time, okay?"

In this way, the awesome Sword Qi Hualong was twisted by her strangely.

"What book do you want to read?" Fu Cang was always amazed by her love of reading. What kind of books did she read all day long?

Xuan Yi buried his head in serious thought for a while, and then said, "When you were a mortal, there were a few red-covered books in the bookshelf, what were their names?"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted coldly by Fu Cang: "You remember wrongly."

Her memory has never been bad, how could she remember wrongly?

"name is"

His fingertips flicked on the wooden sword again, which made her ears ring. Turning from embarrassment into anger like this, there must be something wrong with it, Xuan Yi pouted, "You reckless man."

Fu Cang said: "If you talk again, you will not be allowed to come out for three days."

She didn't believe that he could lock her in the sword for a lifetime, Xuan Yi blew into the hole again.

In the end, he really didn't keep her locked up for long. When he was pulled out of the wooden sword, the sun was shining brightly in the mortal world, and the green hills were breezy. No matter how you looked at them, they looked familiar.

Xuan Yi looked around, and his eyes fell on the emperor mulberry plant by the cliff. Its broad leaves were still so clean and refreshing, and the sound of the wind blowing on it was still so pleasant, like fine rain.

The sudden joy was just like what he brought her back then. Finally saw it again and nothing had changed.

Xuan Yi flew over lightly, looked up at it, there was no half of the city under the mountain, and greenery covered the entire field of vision. She suddenly couldn't help turning her head, the mortal prince at that time is now a warrior in white, and the goddess at that time is now a demon.

The way he looked at her still didn't change. After thousands of years, this moment is still the same as that moment.

Xuan Yi smiled, and stretched out his hand towards him, she was glad that he was the one who was with her now.

The slender hand held her, and the white-clothed **** was standing beside her, standing with her under the mortal emperor mulberry, looking at the half of the city below the mountain that no longer existed.

The mountain wind blew over her snow-colored wide long sleeves and hem with much thicker turbid air than before. She was still wearing his clothes, blown by the wind as if she was going to fly.

Xuan Yi slowly sat on the edge of the cliff, with a few strands of loose long hair sticking to her face, she brushed it away, looked up at the leaves of the emperor mulberry above her head, and said softly: "This emperor mulberry is purpler than me. The mansion is beautiful, it should be the most beautiful I have ever seen."

Fu Cang also sat down, combed her loose long hair slowly with his fingers, took out the gold ring she left in Ba She's belly from his sleeve, and put it around her ear. But she took off the golden ring again, grabbed his sleeve and put it in, then said softly: "Little thief, you always steal my golden ring, why don't you just give it to you."

He shook his head and hugged her with open arms, don't leave it like a relic, whether it's clothing or pearls, it's only meaningful because the one he loves in his heart is wearing it.

At such a sentimental and tender moment, Princess Leng Buding suddenly said out of place: "I remember correctly, I turned a few pages, those red books seem to tell stories about female ghosts and scholars."

Mention this again.

Fu Cang simply didn't know whether to knock her hard with his wooden sword a few more times, or simply throw her off the cliff. She only heard her smile carefully, and lightly sprayed on his face, exhaling like blue, with a soft voice: "Pretending."

He raised his head and approached, a kiss, very light.

little ghost. Fu Cang bowed his head to deepen this light kiss.

Let the time go back to the past, so that he can rush back to the lower realm on that snow-covered night, when he was young and young, surrounded by wilderness, heaven and earth, there are three thousand scenery everywhere, the ends of the earth and the corners of the earth. They will be together for a long time, and everything will not be a short dream like a dream.

The night was getting darker, and the wind was very strong on the edge of the cliff. Princess Dragon curled up in his arms, and the sound of the wind did not disturb her, and she slept soundly.

Don't dream. Fu Cang lowered his head and kissed her on the face, then threw out the wooden sword, making the golden dragon protect her in his belly.

There seemed to be auspicious light flashing across the far horizon, he squinted his eyes, got up and was about to leave, but saw several clusters of auspicious light suddenly falling in the distance, and the voice of the prince Changqin suddenly sounded: "Fu Cang knew you would be around here"

Fu Cang turned around, and saw Prince Changqin leading several Dingmao warriors coming anxiously, while saying: "Don't look for that princess, she escaped on purpose. There is news in the upper world that she has already You have degenerated into a demon, and you will immediately issue an order to summon the entire war department, and return to the Dingmao department as soon as possible."

Fu Cang, the convener of the All War Department, did not speak, and the vast night in front of him suddenly became so precarious and menacing.

The prince Changqin was still saying: "I just said how could you miss your sword qi transforming dragon move, it must be Chunjun who recognized the smell of the fallen god, go back quickly."

Fu Cang was silent for a moment~www.novelbuddy.com~ nodded slightly, turned around and rose against the wind, suddenly saw several huge mantra restraints falling from the void, and was about to tie him up immediately, he seemed to have been prepared, Cang The blue heavenly sword leaped out of its sheath and turned into a gigantic golden dragon, circling quickly and smashing those shackles.

He didn't look back: "The convening order of the All War Department is not about to be issued, but it has already been issued. Brother Changqin has always been straightforward and bold, why bother to learn these lame kung fu to act?"

With Prince Changqin's disposition, it is absolutely impossible to come out to look for him. Since he came to look for him, he also specially brought a few generals with him, so it must be different.

Prince Changqin looked complicated, looked at him for a while, and sighed: "You are so transparent, why are you so stupid? She is a fallen **** and has no way out. Even if she is an enemy of the entire Zhuyin clan, it is impossible to keep her. For the sake of the past, let me remind you first. If you don't go back to the war department these days, you should be with her. Where is she hiding? Hand her over quickly. Don't be stupid and make mistakes. There is no room for maneuver.”

Fu Cang quietly stared at the dark night, then turned his head again, and said in a cold voice, "Yes, there is no room for maneuver in this matter." Website address: .., please support this site more

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